here, here and the jeers, she fingers along the the gap where his tooth has fallen out, still bloody. do you like the taste of it and i wasn’t quite sure if i was asking the question or being asked of it. but she smiled and laughed and wept suddenly into the bowel of this atrocious feeling of being broken and slivered and sliced and somewhat happy in all of it. there there, she said and picked up what looked like a piece of a tooth and it might have been mine or her last lover’s but she fit it into my mouth all the same, we were all the same, she was all the same all over, despite the night, despite the glare of the sun, despite the entire entourage walking on thin ice.